On a hill far away stood an Old Rugged Cross

cyberhymnal.org/ ^ | 1913 | George Bennard

[Chuckster]

On a hill far away stood an Old Rugged Cross.....

But the ACLU complained and they took it down so as not to offend anyone.

[SandRat]

Good Friday Ping!

[oldpath]

Our Great Savior,

Jesus! what a Friend for sinners! Jesus! Lover of my soul; Friends may fail me, foes as-sail me, He, my Savior, makes me whole.

Chorus..... Hallelujah! what a Savior! Hallelujah! what a Friend! Saving, helping, keeping, loving, He is with me to the end.

Jesus! what a strength in weakness! Let me hide myself in Him; Tempted, tried,and sometimes failing, He my strength, my victory wins.

Jesus! What a help in sorrow! While the billows o'er me roll, Even when my heart is breaking, He, my comfort, helps my soul.

Jesus! What a Guide and Keeper! While the temptest still is high, Storms about me, night o'er-takes me, He my pilot hears my cry.

Jesus! I do now receive Him, more than all in Him I find, He hath granted me forgiveness, I am His and He is mine.

J. Wilbur Chapman

[rogue yam]

Thanks for posting that. Old Rugged Cross is my favorite. And I'm reminded that I have a Zion Harmonizers CD and player in my desk drawer right here at work. Think I'll go ahead and pop it in! Thanks again.

[xJones]

Thank you for those beautiful songs. And keep 'em coming if you've got any more.:)

[seams2me]

Thanks for this great thread.

Years back, Michael Card wrote a wonderful song called "Why"

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Why did it have to be a friend who chose to betray the Lord?
And why did he use a kiss to show them, that's not what a kiss is for
Only a friend can betray a friend, a stranger has nothing to gain
And only a friend comes close enough to ever cause so much pain

Why did there have to be a thorny crown pressed upon His head?
It should have been a royal one, made of jewels and gold instead
It had to be a crown of thorns, because in this life that we live
For all who would seek to love, a thorn is all the world has to give.

Why did there have to be a heavy cross He was made to bear? And why did they nail His feet and hands? His love would have held Him there.

It was a cross, for on a cross, a thief was supposed to pay

And Jesus had come into the world

to steal every heart away.

[Patriot Papa]

God sent His Son, they called Him Jesus
He came to love, heal, and forgive;
He lived and died to buy my pardon,
An empty grave is there to prove my Savior lives.

Because He lives, I can face tomorrow,
Because He lives, all fear is gone;
Because I know He holds the future,
And life is worth the living just because He lives.

We will sing this song in both services Sunday evening in the Santa Clara County Jail (Elmwood). Please pray for salvation decisions.

[Brad’s Gramma]

Ping, my friend.

[glock rocks]

Oh, yes. bookmarked. Thank you.

[exit82]

All I have needed,
Thy Hand hath provided.
Great is Thy faithfulness
Lord,unto me.

[M. Thatcher]

Oh soul are you weary and troubled,
no light in the darkness you see?
There's light for a look at the Savior,
and life more abundant, and free.

Turn your eyes upon Jesus,
look full in his wonderful face,
and the things of earth
will grow strangely dim
in the light of his glory and grace.

(My father's favorite.)

[WhiteyAppleseed]

I'll Fly Away

Words & Music: Alfred E. Brumley

Some glad morning when this life is o'er, I'll fly away;
To a home on God's celestial shore, I'll fly away.

I'll fly away, O glory, I'll fly away;
When I die, Hallelujah, by and by, I'll fly away.

When the shadows of this life have grown, I'll fly away;
Like a bird from prison bars has flown, I'll fly away.

I'll fly away, O glory, I'll fly away;
When I die, Hallelujah, by and by, I'll fly away.

Just a few more weary days and then, I'll fly away;
To a land where joys shall never end, I'll fly away.

I'll fly away, O glory, I'll fly away;
When I die, Hallelujah, by and by, I'll fly away.

[Skooz]

One Sunday evening when I was single, I arrived for Sunday night services early. Feeling a little lonely and kind of overwhelmed with things, I opened the Baptist hymnal in front of me. I flipped the pages and found this hymn. It blessed me and made my night. I have never heard it sung, but the words are so great it is one of my favorite hymns:


Jesus, I my cross have taken

Jesus, I my cross have taken, all to leave and follow Thee.
Destitute, despised, forsaken, Thou from hence my all shall be.
Perish every fond ambition, all I’ve sought or hoped or known.
Yet how rich is my condition! God and heaven are still mine own.

Let the world despise and leave me, they have left my Savior, too.
Human hearts and looks deceive me; Thou art not, like them, untrue.
And while Thou shalt smile upon me, God of wisdom, love and might,
Foes may hate and friends disown me, show Thy face and all is bright.

Go, then, earthly fame and treasure! Come, disaster, scorn and pain!
In Thy service, pain is pleasure; with Thy favor, loss is gain.
I have called Thee, “Abba, Father”; I have set my heart on Thee:
Storms may howl, and clouds may gather, all must work for good to me.

Man may trouble and distress me, ’twill but drive me to Thy breast.
Life with trials hard may press me; heaven will bring me sweeter rest.
Oh, ’tis not in grief to harm me while Thy love is left to me;
Oh, ’twere not in joy to charm me, were that joy unmixed with Thee.

Take, my soul, thy full salvation; rise o’er sin, and fear, and care;
Joy to find in every station something still to do or bear:
Think what Spirit dwells within thee; what a Father’s smile is thine;
What a Savior died to win thee, child of heaven, shouldst thou repine?

Haste then on from grace to glory, armed by faith, and winged by prayer,
Heaven’s eternal day’s before thee, God’s own hand shall guide thee there.
Soon shall close thy earthly mission, swift shall pass thy pilgrim days;
Hope soon change to glad fruition, faith to sight, and prayer to praise.


Words: Henry Francis Lyte, 1824

[ShadowDancer]

This was my grandpa's favorite song. Thank you for bringing him to me this morning.

[Skooz]

O sacred Head, now wounded

The most gorgeous hymn I have ever heard. I cannot hear this sung without being profoundly moved.

What language shall I borrow to thank Thee, dearest friend,...?

Indeed.

[Skooz]

GOT TO TELL SOMEBODY

By: Don Francisco

She kept on getting weaker, As
day dragged into day, The
doctors gave no hope for her, She
seemed to fade away, My
hours were filled with constant dread
Time became a knife, But
slowly and relentlessly
cut the chord of
life .

There was a
teacher in the region then
Some of us had heard, That
he'd healed a paradict, By the
power of just his word, So with
hope again rekindled, I
went at once to see, If I could
find a man named Jesus, From a
town in Galilee

And I began to search the city
Soon I saw the crowd, They were
pressing in to touch him, And they
called his name out loud, But with the
strength of desperation, I
pushed them all aside, I
threw myself before him, And
from my knees I cried, Lord
come and heal my daughter, Even
now she's close to death, Her
fever's uncontrollable,
She fights for every breath, But God's
given you the power
Life is yours to
Give, And if you'll just lay your hands on her
I know that she'll live,
she'll live,
she'll live




He just begun to go with me, When a
face I saw with fear, Came
towards me with the news I knew
I didn't want to hear, And although I tried to steal myself, I
trembled when he said,
"Why bother the teacher anymore
your little girl is dead."

Then Jesus touched my shoulder, And he
told me not to not to grieve, The
trembling stopped when he looked at me, and
said, "Only believe."

Then he sent the crowds away
Except his closest men, And they
followed right behind us, As we
started off again, But we were
still a long ways down the road, When I
heard the sounds and cries, of the
mourners and musicians, As they
strove to dramatize, My
grief they had no business with
Beneath their loud disguise And my
wife just sat their silently
And stared through empty eyes

Then Jesus asked the mourners, "Why
is it that you weep?, She isn't
dead as you suppose, The
child is just asleep."
It only took a moment, for their
wails to turn to jeers!
“Who does this man
think he is?
Get him out of
here!"
But with authority I've never heard, in the
lips of any man, He spoke in every sound rolled out with the
thunder of command, And
in the sudden silence, They all
hurried for the door
Wondering what the reasons were they'd
ever come there for.

And then he called his 3 disciples,
That were with him on the way,
He led them and my wife and me,
To where our daughter lay
He took her by the hand, he
told her, "Child arise.", And the
words were barely spoken, when she
opened up her eyes,
She rose and walked across the room and
stood there at our sides
My wife knelt down and held her close, And at
last she really cried

And then Jesus told us both to see
our daughter have some food
But as to how her life was saved
Not to speak a word
Not to speak a word

But I gotta tell somebody
I gotta tell somebody
I gotta tell somebody
I gotta tell somebody
I gotta tell somebody!
I gotta tell somebody gotta tell somebody, what

Jesus did for me,
I gotta tell somebody gotta tell somebody, what
Jesus did for me!

[Jack Armstrong]

Would you be free from the burden of sin?
There’s power in the blood, power in the blood;
Would you over evil a victory win?
There’s wonderful power in the blood.
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Refrain
There is power, power, wonder working power
In the blood of the Lamb;
There is power, power, wonder working power
In the precious blood of the Lamb.

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Would you be free from your passion and pride?
There’s power in the blood, power in the blood;
Come for a cleansing to Calvary’s tide;
There’s wonderful power in the blood.

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Refrain
There is power, power, wonder working power
In the blood of the Lamb;
There is power, power, wonder working power
In the precious blood of the Lamb.

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Would you be whiter, much whiter than snow?
There’s power in the blood, power in the blood;
Sin stains are lost in its life giving flow.
There’s wonderful power in the blood.
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Refrain
There is power, power, wonder working power
In the blood of the Lamb;
There is power, power, wonder working power
In the precious blood of the Lamb.

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Would you do service for Jesus your King?
There’s power in the blood, power in the blood;
Would you live daily His praises to sing?
There’s wonderful power in the blood.
Refrain
There is power, power, wonder working power
In the blood of the Lamb;
There is power, power, wonder working power
In the precious blood of the Lamb.

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[Jack Armstrong]

I heard an old, old story,
How a Savior came from glory;
How He gave His life on Calvary,
To save a wretch like me.
I heard about His groaning,
Of his precious Blood's atoning;
Then I repented of my sins And won the victory.

O victory in Jesus My Savior, forever He sought me and bought me With His Redeeming blood He loved me ere I knew Him And all my love is due Him He plunged me to victory Beneath the cleansing flood

I heard about His healing,
Of His cleansing pow'r revealing;
How He made the lame to walk again,
And caused the blind to see.
And then I cried "Dear Jesus, Come and heal my broken spirit;
"And somehow Jesus came and bro't To me the victory.

O victory in Jesus My Savior, forever He sought me and bought me With His Redeeming blood He loved me ere I knew Him And all my love is due Him He plunged me to victory Beneath the cleansing flood


I heard about a mansion,
He has built for me in glory;
And I heard about the streets of gold,
Beyond the crystal sea,
About the angels singing,
And the old redemption story;
And some sweet day I'll sing up there,
The song of victory.

O victory in Jesus My Savior, forever He sought me and bought me With His Redeeming blood He loved me ere I knew Him And all my love is due Him He plunged me to victory Beneath the cleansing flood

[Jack Armstrong]

This is the day the Lord hath made; He calls the hours His own; Let heav’n rejoice, let earth be glad, And praise surround the throne.
Today He rose and left the dead,
And Satan’s empire fell;
Today the saints His triumphs spread, And all His wonders tell.
Hosanna to th’anointed King,
To David’s holy Son; Help us, O Lord; descend and bring
Salvation from Thy throne.
Blest be the Lord, Who comes to men With messages of grace;
Who comes in God His Father’s Name, To save our sinful race.
Hosanna in the highest strains
The Church on earth can raise;
The highest heav’ns, in which He reigns, Shall give Him nobler praise.